Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.